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(Intro) |
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Unusual suspect (unusual suspect) |
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But I know these niggas (but I know these niggas). |
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Jim Johnson, Big D (Jim Johnson & Big D). |
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Ah dis Trina & Plies Slip & Slide thang, I'm in here wit the Baddest Bitch. |
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Ah Trina take care these hoes, 'cause I got these niggas. |
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(Trina) |
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My steering wheel wood, & my wheels croma. |
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Can't pay these niggas to leave me alone. |
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I'm so fresh, I'm so fresh. |
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(Plies) |
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I gotta pocket full of money and my teeth glitter. |
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Sum bout been a trille ass nigga. |
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I'm so fresh. |
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I'm so fresh. |
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(Trina) |
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Paint candy racin' sribs. |
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Crush dem bitches off the rip. |
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I don't think you really wanna mess with me, test me and eventually. |
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See me speedin', cops don't see em', f**k em' & feed em' wouldn't wanna be em'. |
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I ain't scared of ya'll, |
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I ain't no regular broad I'ain't scared at all. |
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Like bone crusher I'll crush your bones when I come through strong with my big big brone. |
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Ride spinners like 3-6 do. Let me do me nigga you do you. |
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Suck this clit till my shit turn blue. |
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Put a bitch to sleep wake me up when you threw. |
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I'ma get dress so fresh lookin' new and it's back to the chevy or the cab for you. |
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Chuck & Duece switchin' lanes. |
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Ridin' dat douk & sittin' on things. |
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You ain't never met a bitch like me and your bitch ain't never ride a dick like me. |
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Check the paint, watch the feet, inches 26's deep, candy drippin' on the street, bitch I'm ridin; |
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BIG. |
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(Chorus) |
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(Plies) |
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Ain't too many niggas like me. I'm from a rare breed. |
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I walk it like I talk. |
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Was raise by a G. |
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You ain't suppose to like me dog, 'cause I'm what you wanna be. |
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From top to bottom being trille that's something that's in me. |
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It's a helluva feelin to know that you 100% a real nigga. |
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I been out here gettin' money, since I was a lil nigga. |
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I'm loved by these hoes, respected by these killers, |
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it took years of thuggin' to get to this point nigga. |
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I don't know if you know how it feels to walk around with stacks. |
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I been broke, came up and I ain't going back. |
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'cause money get you friends, choppers get you respect. |
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Respect out here in these streets, I got alot of that. |
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(Chorus) |
